Chapter 86 Battle with Scholars
"Next time I have business, I can give you a discount."
"Don't listen to him. No one here knows about the Crow House. Brother, I don't have many good things to say."
"..."
The old shopkeeper's face suddenly darkened and he said very seriously: "You are the employer, I can answer this question for you once."
"I'm all ears!" Hua Shui thought to himself.
The old shopkeeper said: "Whoever accepts the task can first receive half of the year's commission. If the task fails, this half of the commission will be the settlement fee. This is the rule; of course, half of the commission cannot be taken in vain and must be exchanged for life. This is also the rule. "
"This is a very good rule!" Hua Shuixin looked at the scholar and said, "It's just that human life is not valuable these days. At least I know that a liter of rice outside can be exchanged for a yellow-flowered girl."
As soon as Hua Shuixin finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the Crow House.
Although Hua Shuixin didn't say it clearly, his meaning was made very clear.
The value of a person's life depends on whether he has the ability.
If this person has no ability, then this person's life is not worth even a liter of rice.
If this person has the ability, no matter how much money is spent, it will be worth it.
The problem is, if you want to take my money, you have to prove that you have the ability.
"Bang! Bang!"
The scholar's sword came out like a dragon and as fast as lightning. By the time anyone noticed, the scholar's long sword had already been sheathed.
Others didn't know what happened, but Hua Shuixin knew it clearly.
Just as he took a breath, the scholar struck out ten swords at Hua Shuixin.
The scholar's first sword cut off a hair on Hua Shuixin's forehead with his superb sword control technique. The next nine swords slashed back and forth on the hair. After the nine swords were finished, the hair was still there. It stayed the same until it hit the ground and broke into ten pieces.
"Is my life worth four small yellow croakers?" the scholar asked coldly.
Hua Shuixin stretched out her hand and made a please gesture, saying, "I wish you success soon."
The night was as dark as ink and the stars were shining brightly. A figure quietly sneaked into Wan County.
Most of the people in the county town have gone to bed, and only a few lights are still on. It must be that night owls are still staying up late.
Xi Xingchen skillfully bypassed several dark alleys, avoiding the patrolling officers and soldiers, and arrived at the southwest corner of the county.
After passing through the low wall and crossing the bamboo forest, Xi Xingchen came to a courtyard.
Under the moonlight, you can clearly see all kinds of strange equipment placed in the courtyard, which is full of simplicity and mystery.
Xi Xingchen carefully pushed open the small door, trying to avoid making any noise.
Xi Xingchen seemed to be familiar with every plant and plant in this place. He went straight to a brightly lit room and saw a familiar figure through the crack of the window - that was the Wang Dabao he was looking for.
Just when Xi Xingchen was about to knock on the door, he suddenly felt a breeze blowing behind him, and then all the hairs on his body stood up.
Xi Xingchen turned around and saw a man dressed in moonflower standing in front of the courtyard.
Under the dim moonlight, the man's figure was looming. He looked frail, but he had a fierce aura hidden inside.
He is a scholar of about thirty years old, with a well-proportioned figure, wearing simple robes, holding an ancient book, with a focused and peaceful expression.
There was an elegant and cold temperament between his brows, like a sharp sword hidden in a sheath.
His face has clear lines, and his skin looks a little rough due to long-term exposure to the outdoors, but it is difficult to hide the light of wisdom shining in his deep eyes.
His hair was neatly combed behind his ears, with a few strands fluttering gently in the wind, making him even more elegant and mysterious. His palms were broad and rough, and his fingertips were extremely flexible, like five sharp knives hidden in his sleeves, ready to stab out at any time.
His steps were light and powerful, and each step touched the ground, as if every inch of the land had been accurately calculated by him. His gait is elegant and steady, and he never loses his stride even on rugged mountain roads.
His voice was low and magnetic, sounding reassuring.
He spoke slowly and clearly, and every word was profound. Beneath his calm surface, there is a powerful force that can almost make one's soul tremble.
He is a scholar and a killer.
His existence is like a mystery, hidden yet omnipresent. His story is like a legend, thrilling but difficult to touch. In this world, he is a unique existence, a man who coexists with gentleness and cruelty.
The sun penetrated the mist and shone on the swords of the two men, shining with dazzling light. Then, in the silent air, the sword energy surged and collided with fierce sparks.
Xi Xingchen was the first to attack, and his Mozi sword swept toward the scholar like a tornado. The shadow of the sword was heavy, like a shooting star in the night sky, cutting across the sky, making people dizzy.
The scholar was not in a hurry. He smiled slightly and waved the Wind Chasing Sword in his hand. An invisible stream of air surged out from the tip of the sword, like a spring breeze blowing over the water, instantly neutralizing Xi Xingchen's attack.
Then, the scholar's attacks followed one after another. His sword danced like a bolt of lightning, fast and accurate, and the sword energy was like the wind, hitting Xi Xingchen's face.
Xi Xingchen smiled coldly, and the Mozi Sword spun into a huge sword flower in his hand, neutralizing all the scholar's sword energy. The power of his sword became stronger and stronger, like ocean waves, rushing toward the scholar one after another.
However, the scholar seemed not to be affected by the sword's power, and his sword danced more swiftly. The Wind Chasing Sword seemed to be singing, the tip of the sword cut through the air and made a melodious sound.
The collision of the two swords stirred up layers of sword waves, and each blow was like thunder before the wind and rain, causing the stone bridge to tremble slightly. Their figures were like ghosts, dancing in the morning light so fast that even the naked eye could not catch them.
Xi Xingchen suddenly shouted loudly, and the Mozi Sword instantly turned into countless sword shadows, attacking the scholar like a black tornado. This blow was a concentrated expression of all his strength and will, as if it was about to swallow everything in it.
The scholar's eyes narrowed, and he knew that this blow was no small matter. He took a deep breath, and the Wind Chasing Sword in his hand emitted a strong light. Then, he swung his sword forward and slashed forward. The light of the sword was like a meteor breaking through the sky, cutting through the ocean of sword shadows.
The two swords collided again, and the whole world seemed to stop at this moment. Their figures were frozen in the morning light, with only the flickering sword light and surging sword energy proving their existence.
Then, Xi Xingchen smiled slightly, and the scholar shook his head lightly. They saluted each other, then separated, disappearing into the morning light. There is no winner or loser in this competition, only deep admiration and respect for the spirit of martial arts.
His sword is like a silver snake, flexible and sharp, always appearing in the most appropriate position at the critical moment. Every time he swings his sword, it's like playing a beautiful piece of music, and every movement is full of artistic beauty.
In just a short moment, Liu Fengqi's sword had collided with the bully's sword dozens of times. Every collision is like a joyous song between metals, shaking the hearts of everyone around them.
Suddenly, Liu Fengqi's sword trembled and instantly turned into several sword lights, completely covering the bully. The bully was startled, and the sword danced even more crazily, but he couldn't find any breakthrough.
Then, Liu Fengqi's sword appeared. It seemed to appear from the void and directly cut off the bully's wildly dancing sword. At the same time, the tip of the sword was lifted slightly, and a ray of silver light passed over the bully's head.
When the sword light disappeared, the bully was still standing there, and a strand of hair fell gently from the top of his head. Under the extremely fast sword technique, his hair fell to the ground quietly as if blown by the wind.
There was silence. Then, Liu Fengqi smiled softly. His smile was full of humility and calmness, as if everything was expected. He looked down at his sword, and a cold light flashed on the blade, as if telling the world about the glory just now.
